Prompt #12 - Trust.
And no, for anyone who was cracking up at the order of this and the previous one, the next prompt is NOT 'pixie dust'. :)
"Are you ready, Doctor?"
He nodded, glancing about nervously. I knew he was thoroughly uncomfortable with the idea of burgling a house; but something, either adventurousness or loyalty, had won over his fear.
"If something happens, run for that wall and over it, don't wait for me," I hissed as the latch clicked.
He glanced at the distance, then at his bad leg, and his brows knitted. If we were caught, there was a good chance that he might not make the wall.
"Do you think that's a strong possibility?"
"I've taken every precaution."
"Then I am right behind you."
